Suited in yesterdays smoke

last weeks news

a bad tune played

that you can't shake off

(that you dee dum to)

that drives you mad

he was like that..

 

a hangover of a man

 

never one to pass the chance

of parading for the ladies

who in their concern for age

smiled their appreciation

though silently screaming

is this it...is this all

 

preening like a peacock

that had lived too long

in the farmyard

had dragged its tail

in the dirt...had forgotten

how to fly...walk the mountains

 

she landed

in a flurry of lilac

and violets..

all knowing

her secret understanding

surprised him..

 

a life spring cleaned..

bottles off the shelf..those

past their sell by date..

 

walking through a haze he

washed the dirt from under

his nails...found that

like riding a bike he could

still fly...walk the mountains

 

he'd just become a little rusty

 

and she like all good women

was smitten....

 

 

by

 

KAYANO